And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;
And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.
And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Monsters lay within the vast, unexplored confines of the Gamma Quadrant. Scary things that chased away the sanity of man with their otherness. Consuming beasts that wandered the nooks and crannies of their ancient Empires, unaware of the belittle races which scurried underneath their heal whenever they trod. And yet, many came. Colony after colony, base after base, exploration after exploration. The many horrors that crawled and skittered in the shadows between stars did not deter those who sought to plunder the vast, unclaimed territories of the galaxy in the eternal struggle of their unending thirsts.
One such exploration, not to long ago, traveling through one of the myriad of unassuming, unexplored systems that composed the vast stress of space between the occasional 'outpost' of civilization, returned with happy tidings – a prospect for a venture of some profit for those who sought it. The survey ship had returned with recordings of radio waves, artificial in nature. Thrown into the abyss between stars several years ago, and originating from a yellow dwarf star. Distance analysis of the system as the ship passed by revealed yet another find – a combination of wobbling and light omissions, realized that an Earth-sized planet was transiting in front of the star from their perspective. Further analysis revealed not only was the planet the source of the radio signals, but an analysis of the spectral emissions from the transiting revealed a chemical cocktail that was ripe for Earth-like inhabitants; An oxygen, nitrogen, and water composed atmosphere. A jewel of the galaxy, a garden world within the farthest reaches of civilization.
When the survey ship returned to its port of call, it arrived to news of its discovery filtering throughout the myriad of interstellar communication arrays that were hobbled together by the various races that united the civilized species. Analysis of the radio emissions revealed nothing that linked it to any of the known races and civilizations, furthering the likelihood of an unknown race calling itself home. Further analysis intermingling the sparsity of the transmissions, the limited bandwidth, and the weakness of the signals after their ten year journey, painted a picture of a civilization that had just made the first stumbling steps into the technology of radio-communications. They were making the first steps into the age of information, and likely sometime soon, their first attempts to escape the gravity of their life bearing world.
And, for a while, the news ended there as the powers that be talked and discussed, debated and thought of what to do with this world and its burgeoning people. It became yet another talking point, yet another piece in the game of politics as the decision drew closer and closer for what to do. Until, finally, something else finally upset the delicate balance that had formed around the unknown civilization...
Observation Base Alpha, several light-years from System
Bound by agreements and treaties, no one had yet gathered the right to cross within the heliopause of the life bearing system with probe or ship. However, there was nothing stopping those from lurking beyond the edge of the system, listening in on the intermittent signals that lumbered from the system and sorting through the weak, garbled signals to try and analyze whatever information they could garner for whatever decision would eventually be handed down from up high. Attended by mostly automated systems, only a few scientists; anthropologists mostly, inhabited the station as arrays of delicate sensors pointed towards the nearby star. It was, except for the occasional notice or story that circled throughout the news, quiet and peaceful as it waited on its heals to finally move forward. That was, until, it actually became quiet.
In mid communication between a few of the scientists and staff to their friends, families, and colleagues back home, they were all, suddenly, silenced. As seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, dismissal of a short term technical glitch were soon swallowed whole by the unknown fear that something must have gone terribly wrong. Soon the station was in the public eye again as reports leaked that even emergency signals and channels, routine things that reported constantly that the people were alive, and the station was functioning, were silenced. Everything, every little signal that was beamed from the outpost was, in one swift, unexpected instant, silenced...
And, as the modern nations of the galaxy ruffled their feathers and turned their attention towards the mystery, the true powers of the quadrant continued about their business as the ants danced about their feat.